White Cage

3.

We were frog marched down a long corridor, and met with a crossroad. We all took a right, and carried on straight. The corridor stopped instantly, with two doors on one side and another two on the other. They weren't named, so we had a pick.
"Go ahead." Hooded guy stated, staring us down. "You only have an hour, after all."
I looked at the kid, who was still handling this relatively well "you can pick first, buddy." I gestured to the doors like they were prizes.
"O-okay." He said, as he walked towards the back ones. He selected the back right one, and stepped inside. As soon as he did, his armoured guide stepped forward and chain locked the door.
"It's alright. We have to look the doors. Don't worry, we will let you out again" I heard his gruff and low voice emanate from his throat as the latch clicked. I looked over at the girl, who still wasn't awake.
"Guess I'm choosing next.." I sighed, choosing the first one on the left, gently shutting the door behind me. Within seconds, I heard chains rattle and a latch click.
"Fuck... how am I gonna get out of here..?" I whispered to myself as I looked at the bathroom. Another whitewashed, square room. In one corner: a shower, bath (separate), and toilet took up the space, with a sink a few paces away from it. There was a cupboard above it that I opened. Come on, there had to be something to use as a weapon. A miscalculation. Something. Please...
Inside was shower cream, shampoo, a toothbrush, toothpaste, a comb, shaving cream, and a razor blade.
Well, a razor blade is better than nothing.
Next to the sink was a wooden basket, with new clothes on top: A plain, long sleeved white T-Shirt with dark blue jeans. They'll do. I'm guessing the basket was for old clothes. I changed quickly, throwing the older clothes into the basket and making myself look presentable. I then washed my face, and hands, feeling the dirt, sweat, and stress of yesterday melt off of me. My cheeks felt sharp prickles of bristles as my hands brushed over them. Yeah, I should shave.
I gently applied the shaving cream, then delicately took it off with the razor, being careful not to dig too deep. It was your standard run-of-the-mill razor: plastic holder, sharp blade, disposable feel. Cheap shit. After a few minutes my face was smooth again, so I washed the rest of the cream off, and the razor itself. I looked it over, looking for a button or something to latch it off with.
then I remembered the camera.
Fuck.
FUCK!

I stepped towards the door and knocked on it. A voice answered within milliseconds
"Yes?"
"Uh, I'm done. Can you let me out?" I said quite calmly.
"No." Was the response, as the voice moved back slightly. Fuck. I'm stuck here for how long now. I heard a few noises next to me, like something being thrown around. Putting my ear to the wall, I could hear soft breathing.
"ANYONE HEAR ME?" She shouted, audible through the walls.
"I can hear you." I said, pulling my ear away.
"HELP ME!" She screamed, smacking the walls. If she doesn't calm down... we're fucked
"It's okay. We're let out in an hour. Get clean. The camera Doesn't watch you in the shower or bath. Please calm down though." I murmured the last past, praying that whatever God is up there would let us all get through this tragedy. I have a family...
"O-okay.." I heard her breathing heavily as she climbed into something, probably the shower. I heard it turn on, and that was it.

About 10 minutes later, the door was unlocked, and I was escorted back, along with the other two. We were chained, and fed. I didn't like it, but I couldn't exactly stop it. There was someone a good few steps back recording everything we all did with a notepad and pen. They were scribbling away madly for about fifty minutes. I'm surprised they didn't break their pens, horrible bastards. I mean, who in their right mind would do this? Surely you have to be sick.
The food was good though: some sort of meat and veg, cooked well. I couldn't argue as I was fed. One of the best things I've ever eaten, even if I was locked up. It's the little things.
"Damn, the food is nice." I said out loud as the assistant backed up with an empty plate. I saw the boy nod slightly and smile. It was one of the purest smiles I'd seen, and it gave me a glimmer of hope. I'm getting this kid out of here.
"What? You think this place is a bed and breakfast or something? The girl looked at me as if I was crazy. Clearly she didn't feel as refreshed as I did.
"No, it's just... you enjoy the small things, and the big thing doesn't look nearly as bad, do they?" I replied calmly. I heard nothing. Silent treatment I guess. Jeez, even sharing my thoughts gets hate from her...

The workout session was them bringing in particular equipment for us. Fairly sure it was stamina, as most of the equipment looked like it. I mean, I'm not a gym expert, but if I'm doing a lot of moving, I'm increasing my stamina. The girl smashed through everything they had to offer like it was child's play. The kid? The kid got three quarters through it. To me, that's impressive, considering I think this was built for adults. Me? I aced it. I'm not hyping it at all, I aced the entire thing. At the end, the girl gave me this sideways look, as if I wasn't what she was expecting. I have no idea whether that's good or not...

After the workout, they moved all of the equipment out of the square, and left us loose. As the last assistants walked out of here, the door slammed shut. We were still by our chains, as if we'd grown accustomed to being held like rabid, uncivilised animals. The boy looked nervously between us two, as if he knew something was about to happen, and gulped. The girl made the first move. I knew she would. She strode straight up to me, and slapped me. Hard. Straight across the cheek, leaving a stinging feeling as I stumbled slightly. I put a hand to my cheek, checking for serious bruising. As I was doing this, she kicked me in the chest, causing me to fall back onto my back.
Did I really piss her off that much?
"Hey! What are you-" the boy started, but the girl stared into his soul.
"Shut. The fuck. Up." She said calmly, before turning back onto me.
"You gonna insult me any more?" She raised her foot, ready to inflict more pain.
"I wasn't!" I shouted, starting to stand. Her foot entered my face.
"Something wrong with country girls!?" She was breathing heavily. A kind of breathing someone who was doing extreme running would do. For some reason, I didn't think it was the stamina training.
"I never said that!" I said, holding my nose to see if it was broken. Nope. Damn, good luck on my side.
"You were thinking it. In your eyes. If there's something wrong, say it to my face. You understand?" She stated, kicking my chest again. Fuck. It hurt a lot.
"Sure..." I whispered, trying to speak. She must've knocked the air out of me. Strong legs, I'll give her that.
"Good." She let me get up, and took a few steps back. I stood up, resting my body quickly. Nope. No serious injuries, except the ones to my pride. I mean, I'm supposed to be kidnapped, and I'm being beat by someone who isn't my kidnapper.
Man...
How did I get in this situation?